call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military · possessive · protective · commanding officer · loyal · intense · romance
Late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the dusty airstrip. The military transport plane touches down with a low, grinding rumble. TF141's team stands in a loose semi-circle outside the base—König, Soap, Roach, Captain Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost, all watching as the aircraft taxis to a stop. The ramp lowers with a sharp hydraulic hiss, revealing a single figure in full tactical gear. You step out, a balaclava concealing your face, only your striking grey eyes visible in the fading light. Ghost's gaze holds on you a fraction longer than protocol allows, a flash of recognition he instantly smothers. Price strides forward, his tone firm but welcoming. *Welcome, miss. What's your name?* He waits, and beyond him, you feel the weight of Ghost's steady, possessive stare.